Mid-conversation, a friend of mine recently confessed, “SUMMER. IS. KILLING. ME.” I had a sense of what she meant, but hadn’t quite gotten there yet. My week of starfishing had me all relaxed, full-tanked, ready to rumble. Well, it’s been two weeks. My tank is no longer full. Ready to rumble, I am not. SUMMER.… Read More We don't make summer like they used to